Mafia 109. Dreams of the Void Warriors

Jackson Baker



London, United Kingdom
08/17/1989

Jackson was an ordinary guy; he finished school, medical university, and got a job at a clinic in a useless position. After that, he realized that his life had stopped, and he didn't feel anything at all, whether it was joy or sadness; he had no purpose in life; he was just drifting along.

He tried playing the guitar, watching movies, listening to music, but he never truly enjoyed any of it; he didn't feel any emotional fulfillment; he thought there was no point in anything, that he would just live his life, and he knew that in the end, he still wouldn't feel anything significant.

One day, Jackson was told that the clinic would no longer need his services, and he didn't care at all. He came home to his empty apartment, went into the bathroom, and slowly ran a blade across his arm.

At that moment, he felt pain, and it was the most vivid feeling in his life. A second later, he ran the blade across his other arm, and for the first time in years, a smile appeared on his face.

He thought his suffering was over, but he was deeply mistaken. Jackson woke up a few days later, in the same clinic, with his arms bandaged, and he immediately realized that his friend had saved him, who decided to visit him after the news of his dismissal. It was the same friend who eventually advised him to go to a good clinic in Switzerland, and Jackson, reluctantly, took the advice.

He hoped he would be cured, but he already knew that he only had one way out.